A Dragonslayer’s Peerless Regression

Chapter 73

"My mother was a healer class?"

When Sieg was surprised, Rufus nodded and spoke.

"It might be hard for you to understand since the concept of 'class' doesn't exist nowadays."

Sieg, having learned about classes from his master in his previous life, pretended not to know.

"I've never heard the term 'class' before."

"As a pureblood awakener of Draker, you probably remember the blessing ceremony you received in the cradle."

"Of course. It's unforgettable."

"In Draker, we call it a blessing ceremony, but in fact, it's simply a class opening ceremony. Most of the Drakers open with the 'warrior' class."

Surprisingly, Rufus accurately understood the class of the Draker lineage.

"A warrior class. Then, are there other classes?"

"Of course. In ancient times, human talents were distinguished, and classes were assigned accordingly to bring about higher abilities in a structured manner. However, today, in the age of knights, classes are mostly divided into just knights and mages."

"Opening classes according to one's talent. It sounds quite rational in a way."

"Yes. Those with sword talent follow the path of warriors, those with talent for bows follow the path of archers, and those with spear talent go down the path of spearmen. That's the meaning of class."

Sieg nodded at Rufus's explanation.

Thinking about how he suffered in the Draker family, which was a family of warriors, merely because he had the talent of a healer, made his blood boil.

"Wait, if my mother was a healer class, it means my father must have known about it too."

Sieg asked Rufus.

"If my mother was a healer, would Arthur Draker also have known about this concept of class?"

Rufus nodded.

"He probably did know."

At those words, Sieg was puzzled.

'They must have known I had a different talent than a warrior, so why did they cast me out of the family?'

If his mother was a healer, she would surely understand the efficacy of a healer. It was hard to comprehend why they neglected him.

Sieg asked Rufus again.

"Do you know anything about the healer class?"

Rufus slowly spoke.

"I don't know the details. It's a rare talent, so there is hardly any record in the lineage histories. One thing for sure is that my aunt, the former family head, also possessed the talent of a healer."

As Sieg expected, the previous family head of Agamemnon was of the healer class.

Seeing that the only ones who activated the golden mask were those with the healer's power, it seemed likely that this relic was an artifact usable only by those with healer talent.

"Did the Agamemnon family often produce healers?"

Rufus shook her head.

"It was rare. Most were warriors with dragon strength, like me or the elders of the family. However, the position of family head was traditionally taken by someone with healer talent."

"Then, my mother could have had the position of family head as well."

"She was qualified enough. But before she came of age, Laura left this castle and went to the Holy Kingdom."

At the unexpected revelation, Sieg was surprised.

"The Holy Kingdom? Why did she go there?"

"Laura didn't provide any specifics. She only said she left to find a way to save the family. Later, she said she would marry Arthur Draker and left."

As Sieg listened, more mysteries about his mother emerged.

Sieg gazed at the emblem on the golden mask that resembled the crest of the Holy Kingdom and pondered.

'Perhaps my mother went to the Holy Kingdom to investigate the healer class. To purify the demonic energy eroding the family with her powers.'

The only person who might know the exact truth about this was his father, Arthur Draker.

'Would he answer me if I ask him?'

In essence, by leaving the cursed Agamemnon family unchecked, Draker fortified its power.

Moreover, in the previous life, Arthur Draker, aware of Sieg's identity, did nothing until he was expelled from the family. Consequently, the Agamemnon family was completely eroded by demonic energy and vanished without a trace.

Sieg realized that things were more complexly intertwined than he had thought.

'I have a lot to figure out one step at a time.'

"Sieg, there's something I want to give you."

At that moment, Rufus removed a necklace he was wearing and placed it in Sieg's hand.

Sieg inspected the necklace given by Rufus.

It had a pendant that could be opened. Inside, there was an old photograph of a woman.

Sieg's eyes quivered at the sight of the woman's face.

"Family head. This photo..."

"Laura Agamemnon. She is your mother."

Sieg had not once seen his mother in either his past or present life.

The mother in the photograph appeared to be around the same age as Sieg.

With her beautiful, silky long hair swept to one side, she was a stunning woman with an elegant and determined look.

Gazing at the photograph, Sieg asked Rufus.

"... Did my mother have eyes as dark as mine?"

Rufus shook her head.

"No, Laura's eyes shone beautifully green like emeralds."

"I always thought my eyes took after my mother."

"Only the eye color is different. You resemble Laura exactly. When I first saw you yesterday, I wondered if Laura had returned."

The other elders behind them also nodded in agreement.

Sieg closed the pendant's lid and hung the necklace around his neck.

"Thank you, family head. I will treasure this."

Rufus looked at Sieg and said.

"One day, after Laura left the family, she returned after a long absence. She said only one thing before leaving again."

"What did she say?"

"A child with dark eyes will restore the family to its original state."

Sieg's expression hardened.

"Did my mother give a prophecy?"

Rufus nodded.

"Laura was a healer class, but she was also an irregular. She was extraordinary even as a child."

In the Central Continent, the perception of irregulars was not favorable.

During the time of the Holy Empire, there were even inquisitions and hunts against irregulars.

'My mother was an irregular...'

Rufus held Sieg's hand and spoke.

"You mentioned needing the family's support, didn't you? Support means what, Sieg? You're the only heir of the Agamemnon family, after all."

* * *

"Whew."

Sieg took a deep breath, swinging his sword Bahamut in the training room of the Agamemnon castle.

With the family head naming Sieg as the heir, he decided to stay in the castle longer to handle various procedures.

Since there was still time before the martial tournament, Sieg agreed to follow the family head's words.

During his stay, Sieg began learning the Agamemnon family's secret swordsmanship, the 'Golden Swordsmanship'.

He first studied the forms by reviewing the family's historical records.

The Agamemnon family, with its long heritage, had a similarly deep history of swordsmanship.

The traditional swordsmanship for direct descendants involved using both a shield and a sword simultaneously: shield swordsmanship.

While learning the sword form, Sieg noticed that this swordsmanship resembled not only paladin's traditional swordsmanship but also the imperial style swordsmanship.

'Could it be that all three sword techniques share the same root?'

The Agamemnon shield swordsmanship, known as the golden swordsmanship, was particularly developed under the assumption of wearing full plate armor and carrying a massive kite shield.

Sieg understood why people from the Agamemnon side had such good physiques.

As he learned the golden swordsmanship, a thought came to his mind.

'The golden swordsmanship is well balanced in offense and defense. If I integrate the Soul Resonance I learned from my old master...'

Since the dragon skill, word magic, wasn't fully unlocked yet, he couldn't utilize the complete Soul Resonance.

If he could combine the golden swordsmanship with a complete Soul Resonance once the word magic was opened, it might lead to the emergence of a new weapon alongside the elemental sword and the True Dragon Sword Art.

Having learned the sword form to some extent, Sieg activated Hersion, donned it in full plate armor form, and equipped the Golian shield and Bahamut to demonstrate the Agamemnon's golden swordsmanship.

Whoosh!

He struck with the shield, stepped back, and thrust with the sword, then turned around to swing the sword again.

He added agility with Swift Wind Technique and enhanced his attack with aura.

Swish!

Without even creating an aura blade, Sieg's assault was so swift and powerful that an ordinary knight couldn't withstand it easily.

BOOM!

"Whew."

Removing his helmet, Sieg smiled with satisfaction at his movements.

He looked down at Hersion with a licking gesture.

"This is really great, but I'm worried about getting tracked by those imperial guys, so I can't fully use it."

If he could change its form, he'd like to use it actively.

Sieg decided to find time to meet Golian himself and modify Hersion.

Deciding it was enough training for now, he deactivated Hersion and stepped out of the training room.

In the garden, elders of Agamemnon were surrounding Felix and watching over his swordsmanship.

Swoosh!

"Don't turn there!"

"Get a better grip on your axis!"

"Keep your center of gravity properly!"

Considering how similar paladin traditional swordsmanship and the Agamemnon's golden swordsmanship were, receiving lessons from the elders would undoubtedly be very beneficial.

However, Felix, who was being taught, was having a hard time.

"Hoo... Master. Please save me."

With a tearful expression, Felix glanced towards Sieg for help, but Sieg turned away, ignoring his signal for rescue.

'Hang in there, Felix. It's not because I'm too lazy to teach.'

After being cooped up in the castle for 50 years, the elders found Felix to be an ideal target.

Sieg, leaving Felix to be thoroughly coached by the elders, headed into the castle.

Then, the head maid approached Sieg.

"Young master. The family head is calling for you."

The initially eerie old woman image of the head maid had faded, and with time, she grew more graceful.

'Although, sometimes her laughter still creeps me out a bit with that screeching 'heek-heek' sound.'

Hearing the head maid, Sieg proceeded to the family head's office.

Upon arriving, he saw documents piling high on Rufus's desk.

With the Agamemnon family returning to the outside world after 50 years, there was no shortage of work to handle.

"Grandfather."

When it was just the two of them, Rufus had asked Sieg to call him grandfather instead of family head.

Rufus rose from his seat amidst the stacks of paperwork and greeted Sieg.

"Whew. Handling paperwork after so long is quite a headache. Let's go out and have some tea."

When Rufus and Sieg stepped out onto the terrace, maids brought out tea.

Sieg asked Rufus.

"How have you been managing the city's operations?"

Rufus stroked his neatly trimmed beard and replied.

"We entrusted it to agents outside the territory and only handled the important decisions through letters."

"So there were agents."

Rufus put down the teacup and explained.

"I called you for that very reason."

He spoke while looking at Sieg.

"The Agamemnon family has long protected this place as the guardians of Mycenae. At the same time, three families have helped manage Mycenae and the surrounding territories."

"You're speaking of retainers."

"Sieg, to officially become Agamemnon's heir, you must gain their approval."

This was a safeguard to prevent a monopoly of power by one ruler.

Nodding at Rufus's words, Sieg replied.

"That works well because I had a request to make of you, grandfather."

"What is it? Speak freely."

With Rufus's consent, Sieg's eyes glinted with determination.

"I'd like to invite to the castle the heads and lords of the three families, alongside all families related to Agamemnon."

TL's Corner:

Finally, Sieg can gain a proper backing.